"See us together, sir, and hear us.

We will make you well." The exclamation "Good Lord!" groaned out in a tone as from the lower pits of despair, cut her short.
Tearfully she murmured: "You will not see us, sir ?" "Together ?" bawled the merchant.
"Yes, I mean together." "If you're not mad, I am." And he jumped on his legs and walked to the farther corner of the room.

"Which of us is it ?" His features twitched in horribly comic fashion.

"What do you mean?
I can't understand a word.
My brain must have gone;" throwing his hand over his forehead.

"I've feared so for the last four months.